…life is lonely, life is empty. Love isn't everything. A dear true friend is more than love—the serge outlasts the silk.
Boychick, wake up! Be something! Make your life something good. For the love of an old man who sees in your young days his new life, for such love take the world in your two hands and make it like new. Go out and fight so life shouldn't be printed on dollar bills.
If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.